The Mystery Machine slowly pulled up to a gate that protected a giant mansion. After solving their last case and also global warming, the Gang had decided to call it quits on solving mysteries and settle down for the rest of their days on this Earth. The driver's side window lowered and a white-sleeved arm emerged to press the gate-open-buzzer-button-thing. When the button was pressed, it made a buzzing noise. Suddenly, a voice started speaking from the speaker on the thing with the button.
"Who's there?" the voice of a crotchety old man said.
"Uh, hi! I'm Fred Jones and I'm here with my friends here… We're going to be your new roommates!"
"Oh, that's right. I forgot my wife Cindy had arranged that. Come right in."
Suddenly, the gate started to open. Fred put his foot on the brake and shifted into drive, preparing to move forward through the gate, once the slow-moving gate decided to fully open.
"Like, whose pad is this, man?" A voice chimed in from the back of the van.
"Reah, roose rad is ris, ran?" Another voice echoed, with some sort of speech impediment.
"Shaggy, Scooby, have you two been smoki- I mean eating too many Scooby Snacks?" Fred quickly corrected himself for the sake of all the 6-year-olds out there. "We're going to be living with Senator John McCain, remember? He needed roommates, and he chose us out of everyone in the United States!"
"How nice and convenient for the plot," said a female voice that was oddly sultry for a cartoon from the 70's.
"Right indeed, Daphne!" Fred said. Velma said nothing because I didn't feel like writing her a line.
The gate had finally opened fully and Fred pulled the Mystery Machine up in front of the estate. Just as Fred put the van into park and took the keys out of the ignition, the enormous double front doors opened with great force. There stood a frail old man, grinning, with a head shaped like a crushed peanut shell. It was Senator John McCain.
"Welcome to my humble abode, my friends! We here like to call it McCainLand!" shouted Senator McCain, forcefully, as if he was screaming to the gods.
"Thanks," Fred said back, at a volume that was reasonable.
"Please come in!" McCain shouted back, and then sprinted back into his house whilst cackling to himself.
The gang unpacked the Mystery Machine and brought all their stuff into the mansion. Even Velma helped. They set foot into the foyer of McCainLand and put their stuff down. They looked all around and were in awe of how boring and plain the house looked. It was so boring and plain, I don't even want to describe it to you, because it would be a waste of time if I spent effort trying to explain how boring and plain it is to you. Suddenly, John McCain appeared again and opened his mouth to speak.
"Gang, I have some alarming news for you."